Ode to Bamboo: Bamboo and Stone
Qing Dynasty·Zheng Banqiao
Stand firmly on the green mountains and never relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks;
Thousands of hardships The attack is strong and strong, and the winds from east to west, north and south are allowed.
Ode to the Orchid: Wu Jiaji's "Quetra on March 3rd"
The rain on the bow of the boat last night was like silk, fertilizing the orchid branches in my pot,
The pistils are competing for each other It is the time when tourists arrive home on the bad day.
Zhu Yizun's "Mrs. Gu's Painting of Orchids"
The brothel people went to the brothel and the pen bed was empty, and Xizhou said thank you to the Duke for the past.
It still has the color of Qinhuai grass, evenly dyed with sunset red.
Wang Shishen's "Miss Feng's Painting of Orchids"
The beggar has a poet's painting of beauty, and the clear light of the jade pond reflects the beauty.
As long as the words are weak, the results will be empty, and the ideas and suggestions will be pitiful.
Shi Tao's "Molan"
How can we write poems when our roots have left the dust? We should give poems to the loneliness.
Who is there when the great thousand incense passes by, enjoying the time when the ink is sprinkled in the pond.